Taehyung’S Forbidden Stranger Jeon's Heir

The sky wasn’t just dark—it was furious. Thunder cracked like bones breaking, echoing across the hills. Rain didn’t fall—it attacked, lashing against the windows of the mansion like a warning from the heavens. Inside the grand, dimly lit room, the air was heavy—thick with pain, fear, and something far colder… purpose. A woman lay on the bed, her face pale, drenched in sweat, eyes wide with pain—but not just from childbirth. From something deeper. Something she couldn’t name. The walls of the mansion didn’t echo with love or comfort. Only silence. A silence so loud it screamed. This wasn’t just a birth. It was a prophecy. The Legacy of Jeons.

Miss. Shin ( Doctor)

push! You're almost there!

Jeon Mira

(screaming) I-I can't--!

Jeon Daewoon

You can Mira. You must ( His voice was sharp. unshaken, without any feelings)

Jeon daewoon: His hands didn't tremble upon seeing his wife in pain. he didn't whisper comforting words. To him, pain was necessary. Suffering-inevitable.

Miss. Shin ( Doctor)

yes! yes, Mrs. Jeon just one. we can see baby's head.

and then they heard a cry-- Not soft. Not innocent but loud. Strong. Defiant. Like the child knew the world he was born into- and hated it already

Miss. Shin ( Doctor)

it's a boy ( she said happily)

Miss. Shin ( Doctor)

He's healty and Strong, Mr and Mrs. Jeon

The woman, Mrs. Jeon sobbed—not from relief, but from something far more terrifying. She had brought a life into the world… But she knew deep down— This was not a normal life. This was something darker. Sharper. Colder.

Jeon Daewoon

( steps forward, holding the child and said loud and clearly) he will not feel weakness he will not crave love he will not beg for mercy ( there was no love, warmth in Daewoon eyes)

Jeon Mira

( weeping softly) Daewoon.. he's our child. He's my innocent baby. Please don't do this

Jeon Daewoon

No. He is my legacy. The heir to the underworld ( he said firmly and sharply while looking at his wife)

Jeon Daewoon

( He looked at Miss. Shin Sharply and said- his voice low, threatening) This child..He doesn't exist to the world. If a single whisper escapes these walls ( pauses, locking eyes with her) -- I will bury you. Alive Your family your Bloodline

The doctor’s hands trembled. Her throat dried. She had seen death before. But never in the eyes of someone holding new life.

Miss. Shin ( Doctor)

( bowing deeply) I- I understand. I swear. No one will know. I'll take it to my grave, Mr. Jeon

Jeon Daewoon didn't blink nor looked at her. He just turned his back, cradling the child like a king holding a crown Or a Curse

The child cried again. Not with the wail of a newborn— But with a strange intensity, like his soul already knew the cruelty of the world he had entered. Mira’s heart clenched.

Jeon Mira

(voice trembling) Please… give him to me. He needs me. He must be hungry. He needs his mother’s warmth… my love…

Daewoon stared down at the child in his arms. For a moment, there was a silence so thick it nearly suffocated the room. Then, slowly, he placed the baby in Mira’s arms. But his voice was colder than the thunder outside.

Jeon Daewoon

He doesn’t need your love, Mira. Nor your warmth. He will rule the underworld— And I won’t let you turn him into a weakling. (steps closer, voice dropping to a deadly whisper) If you dare… even once… to soften him— You will lose the right to hold him. To see him. Forever.

Daewoon turned without another word and walked out of the room, his footsteps heavy with pride and power. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing Mira in silence. She looked down at the tiny child in her arms—so small, so unaware of the fate that had already been written for him.

Jeon Mira

(whispers, voice soft but firm) Never… I will never let you become a monster like him, my love. I don’t care what your father says… You’re mine. My baby. And I will protect your soul.

She held him close, placing him to her chest. The child quieted, comforted by her warmth—the only warmth he had ever known. He fed slowly, little fingers curling into her gown. And when sleep took him, Mira let it take her too. No maids came to help. No guards dared offer comfort. She was alone. She had loved Daewoon once—with every part of her heart. And deep down, she still knew he loved her too… But his hunger for power had devoured the man she married. Blinded him. Twisted his love into ambition.

In the grand marble hall below, Daewoon stood like a shadow cut from the storm itself. His black coat dripped with rainwater, but he looked untouchable. Unshaken. Maids lined the walls. Guards stood with heads bowed. Every servant, every loyal hand in the mansion was gathered—silent, obedient, trembling. Daewoon raised his hand.

Jeon Daewoon

The heir to the throne is born. My blood. Your future king. Jeon Jungkook… My heir.

No one dared to speak. No one dared to breathe. Thunder cracked again— As if the world itself had just heard his name.

Bodyguards

All hail the heir! Long live Jeon Jungkook! The future king of the underworld!

Staffs/ Maids

All hail the heir! Long live Jeon Jungkook! The future king of the underworld!

Their voices echoed like a war chant— Loud, loyal… and laced with fear. Not one of them dared lift their eyes to Daewoon. Not one dared show hesitation. They knew what disobedience meant in this house. They had seen it. Buried it.